PRIMROSES AND PUSSY-WILLOW

I used to love the first flowers of Spring. And my favourites were primroses

(although, in my case, the flowers were actually pale yellow polyanthus, Primula x polyantha as there were no primroses where I lived.) and the catkins of the Pussy Willow, Salix caprea.

That soft, silvery-grey and the buttery yellow! Over the years I’ve had bed linen that echoed these shades. Clothes? Oh, yes, many outfits. In fact, in my closet now is a grey linen suit which I wear with a creamy-yellow silk shirt.

But, today, I am faced with something of a conundrum. If I have loved this colour combination so much for more than 60 years…why does my hair drive me nuts!

Yep! My natural blonde is turning grey. By degrees. I’m a two-toned, like one of those Humber 8Os I used to drive around in!

…two (a pair?) of these Torres Strait Pigeons (Ducula spilorrhoa) have been visiting the Macarthur Palms outside our front door. Of course, the minute I try to sneak out with a camera they flap and clatter away! So, for the moment, make do with a web picture. But today, I rolled up the verandah awnings and I have the Canon standing by…They are rather handsome, don’t you think? Quite big, too; they look a bit bigger than the ubiquitous “townies” that one sees in London, Venice, Brisbane, Wherever.

The Big Wet has arrived. I’m considering trading the Camry for a float plane. Today’s planned luncheon, at a country cafe an hour or so up the Coast Highway, has been postponed. And the local golf club has a new water hazard!

My laundry is damp. Everything is damp. When the rain stops, things steam. Life in the tropics, folks! *

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A New Zealander, currently living in tropical Queensland,Australia (with 2 cats and one Main Man).Old enough to remember George VI, white tennis balls and life-before-television.You want more? Read the blog!

Actually, my best memories are of a Morris Minor and we most certainly did get up to 4th!I think the fashion, back then, was for EVERYTHING to be variegated.
Gabba? I think that’s the place in Brisbane where they hold the paint-drying contests.;-)

Good lord. That pigeon is a doppelganger for our mourning dove. I’ll have to post my dove pictures later on this week after I finish up my Saturday day trip posts (already written and waiting to go). However, I think you’ll be really interested in what we saw on Saturday.

I’m so jealous of your New York stay. How fabulous! Meanwhile the pussywillows bring back such fond memories of my grandmother who grew them in her funky backyard and always had dried ones in the house. I LOVED to play with them and there were always a few less pussies on the willows after I left!

I think it’s impossible for any kid to resist stroking the furry things!
I found some in a fancy flower shop in Surfers’ Paradise once, years ago, and just *had* to buy them. Small Cat thought they were just for his amusement and I had to put them out of his reach!:-)

I guess we’re never happy! And yes, the drought’s well and truly broken in a lot of places. Flooding is our current concern.If the English cricketers had brought ponies they could have played water polo.;-)